Lost Common Sense Media Novels & Stories

The severity of the news dawned on me slowly. I couldn't believe I could lose such a great deal that was able to fetch me millions so easily. I regretted my stupid pasts and vowed in my heart never to get back to them again. “How about Albert's? Do you think we stand any chance?” I was gripped by extreme pain and regrets. “I doubt sir. The news had spread everywhere. The media now questions the integrity of our company. It's so unfortunate we're losing out on everything,” Davis bemoaned.

Please keep an eye on us in the meantime, we promise we won’t disappoint! Thank you again for all the attention you offered us through the years, we are really grateful to our audience!” The CEO of Fame Media ended his speech with a bow. [“We don’t trust you anymore, Fame Media!”] [“I used to love your shows, but after you almost destroyed an innocent, I’ll never come back to you!”] [“Just file for bankruptcy, we don’t care about your speeches!”] [“Elenora Carter must be punished!”]

She had long since made peace with the inevitable truth—Ashton was simply never destined to belong to her alone. It was then that Hester stepped in, saying, "I'm sorry, but Evermore Media currently doesn't meet the contractual standards we require, Ms. Langley." Evermore Media's standing was significantly inferior to that of Summit Media. There was no logical reason for Martha to join the virtually unknown Evermore Media, especially given Martha's skyrocketing popularity—unless Martha had lost her mind. Hester couldn't help but wonder what gave Sylvia the confidence to make such an offer to Martha.

Chapter 694 No One Could Hurt Her The employees in the WhatsApp group were now discussing one thing. "Have you heard about it? The New Moon Culture and Media Company collapsed overnight." "Oh my god. What's wrong?" "I had thought it was a company with good development prospects. How could it close down?" "I don't know. I only found it out this morning by watching the news!' "Oh my god! What bad luck. Our company just wanted to cooperate with it." "Yeah. How come it went out of business so quickly?"

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

Hendramo didn't know what he was doing, and he himself didn't feel that he needed to know about it. “Finally it's here,” said Leo, who kept his cell phone in his pocket. He looked at Hendramo who looked so excited, very different from a few days ago where he was still thinking about the fate of his company. Just seeing it made Leo sure that Hendramo's company was doing better now.

“Ms. Laurent, do you have any comment on the verdict?” She stopped. Turned just enough for her voice to carry. “This isn’t a win. It’s a correction. We can’t undo what was done. But we can start to make it right. That’s the work now.” Another voice asked Damien, “What happens to Sinclair Media?” He met the gaze head-on. “The old Sinclair Media is already dead. What we build next will answer to truth, not influence.” They didn’t stay for questions. They didn’t need to instead, theyx returned to the car waiting at the curb. Inside, the silence was its own relief. Celeste leaned back, staring out the window at the people clustered outside the courthouse.

Good. “Wade Global didn’t fund Iron Fang or the Hollow Creed,” I said. “Our ledgers are clean. But transparency isn’t kindness. It’s accountability.” The last slide pulsed red-to-black. Lines of money became arteries. Then the lights flickered. The UPS whined. The server room screamed the high, thin note machines make before dying. “Stay on me,” I told the camera. Security moved. The smell hit hot plastic, copper, ozone. “Miss Wade,” someone said in my ear. “We’re losing”

“And that’s why you won-not by revenge, but by truth.” Jenny exhaled as her shoulders finally relaxed. "Thank you, Saben. For not judging me… for understanding." He gave her a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t owe anyone an apology for surviving.” Zina’s phone buzzed another alert. She looked at the screen; her brows arched slightly. “It’s official. Ross Global Media just filed for permanent dissolution. It’s over.” Again, silence enveloped everyone. And though none of them uttered it, they were all thinking of the very same thing: relief.

“Kendra provided for all of us and we never lacked whatever we wanted. Now, she’s gone. The least Kane Beaumont can do is to compensate us accordingly for our loss!” “Please, turn that thing off,” Elsie said distastefully. Lillian picked up the TV remote and switched off the 75-inch HD screen. She too was tired of listening to Joyce’s endless ranting. “They’re not going to stop, are they?” Emilia asked wearily. “They’ll continue to be a thorn in our flesh.” “This madness is affecting our businesses too,” Kane said bitterly. “Two companies have pulled out of what looked like a done deal in the last three weeks.”